#willstabforchocolate

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🐑 (( What could go wrong? ))

Knicking names // Accepting

o boi u had to ask

“sorry brat, you’ll always be my lil’ murder mcgee.”

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@will-stab-for-chocolate

Glitchy didn’t like many things. One of those things was rumors being spread about him that weren’t glorifying or spreading terror in his name... and he had just the slightest suspicion that the brat’s conversation with his ex-kid didn’t involve that.

So he leapt to Mocha’s timeline. It took a bit of time to hunt him down, but, when he did...

“You. What did they tell you?”

Despite his obvious aggression, there was just a hint of... nervousness to his gestures as well.

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x. very quick and messy sketches for:

@voidedfate @speaksindonuthands @senseofhumerus @will-stab-for-chocolate

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(( Bad end~ ))

His mind was hazy, stress and panic and exhaustion mixing together into a cocktail designed to suppress any thoughts other than how he had to get out of the situation he found himself in.

Dings had kidnapped him, grabbed him and hauled him into the void. Now, his code laid bare under the parasite’s fingers and the void was steadily leeching away at his magic pool, adamant about consuming him whole. He was just an experiment now, a repository of coding for the Gaster to tweak and test before discarding. Glitchy had already resigned himself to the fact that no one would be coming to even try to distract his captor—he was an awful, murderous little creature, why would they?

That was what he thought before the grey door appeared.

Unfortunately for him, the new intruder to the void was none other than his father, arguably an even worse person to have around than Dings.

‘Oh, it is merely you.’ The words formed from bones above his father’s head stood out in stark contrast against the darkness of the void. ‘May I ask what you are doing with my son?’

“GREETINGS. CURRENTLY TRYING TO REPAIR THE GLITCH. THOUGH THE… PSYCHOLOGICAL EFFECTS ARE DOING A NUMBER ON HIS PSYCHE. IF YOU WANT, I WILL RELEASE HIM AND REVERT TO THE BACKUP I MADE.” Dings’ explanation was punctuated with a burst of his eerie, unsettling laughter.

‘I DID have someone who I wanted you to meet...’ His father mused, tipping his head slightly to one side. ‘But I believe that she will be quite alright with waiting a short while.’

That typical Gaster smile that his father wore grew even wider and, abruptly, teeth appeared in the formerly empty space, long, needle-like ones that crowded for room in his mouth.

‘KEEP HIM.’

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will-stab-for-chocolate replied to your post: “Get on my awful, treacherous level, scrub.”

“I’m surprised you’re not higher up on the gluttony list, given your diet of souls and suffering.”

“And I’m surprised you’re not higher up on the treachery list given your penchant for murdering family members.”

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good end

As a human, his virtue was apparently Determination. Sickly, searing red that drove him on to complete his goals and was utterly unwilling to bend or break in the face of adversity.

...But unwilling to change did not mean impossible to change.

Glitchy was a stagnant, stubborn skeleton who secretly feared change perhaps more than anything else. Even so, he could be coaxed into changing if the process was slow and gentle enough to keep from arousing his suspicions.

This time, his adopted child had not decided to start a slaughter. The catalyst that set his plan into motion was no longer present. Without one, without something drastic enough to spur him into action, he was loathe to initiate his plan to gather seven souls.

Yes, he knew that he was the last hope his timeline had and that it was his fault that his timeline was in the mess that it was to begin with, but... he was so tired. Tired of fighting, of distrusting, of spreading ruin to anything he touched.

What he had now—a boyfriend, an adopted son, a makeshift family of sorts—he liked it. It was one of the first things that made him feel safe and genuinely happy in a long, looong while. He knew full-well that he would lose it all if he decided to go through with his plan, so he just. Didn’t.

Right now, he had loved ones who he cared about as best as he could. After he completed his plan... sure, his timeline may be up on the surface, but after that, then what? His hope that his empathy would be regained by living through life as it was meant to be was just that: hope. Something that, in his experience, was worthless and lead only to disappointment.

So, rather than sacrifice everything for something that may be fruitless, he dropped that plan to gather souls entirely. In his eyes, it was horrible, selfish, perhaps even more detestable than anything in the long list of atrocities he had committed.

...But he never claimed to be anything but those things.

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｢💔」"Huh." Mocha hadn't visited Glitchy in a very long time, with good reason -- kind of hard to talk to the guy who had actually killed him. However, this was just too good to pass up. "Hey. Why, though? Apart from revenge, I mean."

“Heeeey. You seem kinda familiar... Anyway, why I’m doing this... Do I really need a reason other than revenge? I mean, sure, apparently that wasn’t enough of a reason for him to do what he did, but it sure is good enough for me.”

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Eventually, Glitchy mustered up the strength to uncoil and raise himself up from his prone position. For a few minutes, he simply grew accustomed to his body’s most recent changes, swiveling his head around on his long neck and swishing his powerful tail from side to side, testing out just how good of a job it did at moving his now-bulky body.

Once he had gotten some measure of familiarity with how his body worked now, he leaped timelines again, but not to just any random one this time. No, he was aiming for a very specific one and, soon enough, he lighted down within it.

...Or, rather, clattered down with a loud enough sound and a strong enough magical signature to make both monsters and non-magical creatures alike in the vicinity think twice about investigating it.

Not that they interested him. No, he only had focus for one being in particular, and he would find him, no matter what it took.

Glitchy moved away from his arrival spot, half-slithering, half-dragging himself along the ground as he began his search for his former kid.

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